Dendrochronology

Do you seek out a teacher?
A vagrant man who roams the Danxia
In search of ancient eyes?
Well don’t be surprised if that affair proves to be nothing more than vaticide

Do you see yourself as a preacher?
A man who doles out consequence for a God fit to be tied
As the path intwined grows cold and dim
Inside the labyrinth of the mind
Take a step back
Breathe in the golden air and let your notions go

Tracing lineage through the wrists of kings
To find room to expand on how we came to be
A history through the rings of trees

Now I’ve heard you need a savior
Just tell me that it’s anyone but me
The greatest divide has never been kind
To anyone who tries to conquer pride

Destroy, rebuild
Every city, every culture, every monument
Until we’re constant and loved

Like a child in the arms of impermanence
Like Siddhartha handing you the torch
And I see your faith in us
Do you see my faith in us?

When patience defies your art (you lit the flame)
Take root in our hallowed souls (fate flows through me)
Kings of kings and ghosts of man (tell me your name)
Whisper softly

Tell me your name
Whisper softly